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Erin may be dead, but Distance lives on, and is a myspace ho.

Don't take this with a pinch of salt. Don't disregard me!!! There is NO LIFE here for me anymore. Don't take this lightly!!! I'm sick of it!!! DONT LAUGH IT OFF!!!!!! I'm sick of screaming inside, I'm sick of feeling this. TAKE ME SERIOUSLY FOR ONCE!!!

Sing me to sleep, sing me sleep. I don't want to wake up on my own anymore....Please know ( Read more... )

Well this has certainly been a weekend of little sleep and too many stimulants. Friday night went to Club Phoenix with Matt and Tracey. Ran into old friend Helen, Dave and a couple of other people. Ended up getting home about 1pm on Saturday and falling asleep for a few hours, before heading to Schverkraft. Was good times, danced till my foot bled ( Read more... )

( Mercy Seat )

Don't bide your time ( Read more... )

This Is My Life, RatedLife:

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"My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know, everybody you see, everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake, and they live in a state of constant, total amazement ( Read more... )

Yesterday...rocked. So much. Went out for breakfast in Southbank in the morning...well actually we missed breakfast (finishes at 11am!!! Psshhh), but had other stuff stuff which was groovy. Then wandered the city/valley with Adrian and later met up with Rawry, Steph and Dice. Twas nice, although we stayed out a bit late and I had a mad rush to try ( Read more... )

Well I'm a bit late with my 'weekend entry' due to a couple of factors. First and foremost, Centrelink have officially made me their bitch and are actually making me DO THINGS for my lousy pay. Second, this chest infection type disease which has taken me over seems to be getting worse. Hopefully the antibiotics which I self medicated myself with ( Read more... )

It wasn't so much comfort as it was familiar, something half remembered from a dream. A one night stand that has recurred so many times it's a ritual, but always different, always surprising, never safe. Was it ever? I can't remember how it was, back then. Vague memories of clinging nights, of sentiments softly spoken and sure to be betrayed. ( Read more... )